Fangirl

Luke swings the door open, buttoning the cuffs of his suit. "Hey, uh, Riley? I have no idea how to tie a tie, which is probably really chaotic considering I'm getting married today but-" He looks up to a blushing me with my wedding dress on. "O-Oh," He grins.

"Luke!" Max snaps. "Get out!"

"Fine, can you tell Michael I need help, please?"

"Michael's busy." She says, tying up the back of my dress.

"Michael is so busy he can't tie this thing for me? It's literally just two seconds out of his Dorito-eating day." I love Luke. He looks really nice, he actually shaved for this.

"I'll text Calum, Michael isn't even here yet."

Luke puts his hands together and up to his face. "I just... He knows he's my best man, right?"

"He knows, he knows. He's trying to find a good stroller."

"You don't even have a baby yet, what do you need a stroller for?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure he's just buying one as an outlet for his nerves, but I assume until the baby comes he's going to ride around in it with Calum pushing him until it breaks and he has to get a new one." Max explains, cutting off the circulation to my lungs by pulling so hard on the strings. I gasp a little and Luke raises his eyebrows at Max.

"Are you trying to kill her, now? At least wait a day, my god."

"Remember when I said to get out?" Max asks him. They have a lovely relationship, as you can see. "You aren't supposed to see her in her wedding dress and so far you've seen her in it for four hours."

"More like four minutes, calm down. You'll text Calum?"

"I'll text Calum."

"Okay." Luke's eyes wander to me as he smiles. "You look stunning, by the way. Even more than usual which I thought was scientifically impossible."

"Yada yada yada!" Max yells, shutting the door on him. She has a lot of hormones. And Max-mones. She walks back over to me, beaming. "I'm so glad you're marrying him." I laugh.

"Are you sure, because popular belief says otherwise?"

Max nods, biting her bottom lip. "Absolutely. Now I have someone to bicker with until he dies."

"That's nice... Sounds like a threat a bit, but that's nice." I smile down at my dress.

"Well, everyone knows I'm going to outlive all of you, so."

"Right, right, I forgot... How is Michael, by the way? Because I haven't seen him in two days. I know he isn't looking for a stroller because you guys already have one that has a sign specifically telling him not to sit on it." I tell her. It's been months since the Sounds Live Feels Live tour. Now we all live in Los Angeles ten minutes away from each other. I'm pretty sure Calum and Ashton are in love, but that's just speculation.

"He's... Okay, don't tell Luke."

"Yes, I promise to keep a secret from my soon-to-be husband." I nod, chuckling but instantly needing air after that. This girl really knows how to tighten a corset, holy hell.

"I'll loosen it," She says quietly, stepping behind me. "He's processing."

If that fucker leaves her, I swear to god. He's been the most attentive guy ever (besides Luke) when it comes to Max and the baby, but his need to be the most punk rock ever makes me terrified any second now he'll pack up and ditch her. "Fucking what?! WHat could he possibly be processing?!"

"The fact that we're having triplets, probably." I hear behind me.

"What?!" I yell. "Max, triplets?!"

"It's not like I put them there!" She yells back. "We found out on Thursday and since then he's been acting crazy and looking on Zillow for an actual house instead of an apartment. I saw him negotiating the price of a minivan. A minivan. I can't even imagine Michael in a minivan."

"Fuck, Zillow is some serious shit."

"I know. Anyway, right now he's looking at a house like half an hour away from yours. If he wants to buy a big ass house I can't say I object, really," Max laughs. I smile, oh thank you, god. "I mean three kids is a lot, so it would be cool if they all had their own rooms, you know? This does mean we're going to need a bigger stroller though."

"Riley!" We hear down the hallway. "Rileyy?!"

"Uh... Yeah?" I yell back. Ashton opens the door with a grin and a tux.

"They wouldn't tell me what room you're in. You look nice, what's the occasion?"

"I don't know actually, some people just brought me in here and put a wedding dress on me... Luke came here saying something about a wedding but that could be anything." I joke.

Ashton grins. "Want to start that whole wedding thing a bit early?"

"What?" I ask.

"Everybody is here and seated, you're the last one who has to go out there."

"Michael isn't here," Max tells him. On cue, Michael pokes his head through the door.

"First of all, Mrs. Clifford, how dare you try to make me sound late. I've literally been here the entire time but you said to not see Riley in her dress." Oh yeah, Max and Michael got married a week ago and Michael hasn't called her Max since then.

"Michael, you just saw her." Max complains.

"No, I didn't! I've been looking at you the whole time!" He says, pointing at her. "I swear. Like, RiRi are you wearing a vale?"

"No."

"See? I wouldn't know that."

Max smiles at him. "We can start early but shut the door. She'll be out in a minute." After they leave, Max turns around and grabs both of my hands.

"Oh crap. Is this where you confess your love for me right before my wedding and I have to turn you away because you're my cousin?" I ask. She shakes her head no and lets go of my hands to wipe her face.

"So are you ready to get married?"

"Are you ready for me to get married?" I ask, putting a hand on her shoulder. She laughs, nodding. "Well considering this is all I've wanted since I was fifteen, yes. I'm very ready to marry Luke Hemmings of 5 Seconds of Summer."

"Trying to let it sink in?"

"Very much so, yes," I nod.

"Alright, well... This is it, kid. Every weird little daydream and normal dream you've had about this guy is happening. I need a minute, oh my god. Don't tell Michael I'm crying." Max says, getting a tissue from the side of the room. "Ashton!" Way too quickly, Ashton almost breaks the door down trying to get in.

"Ready?" He asks. Everyone has been asking me that today. Of course, I'm ready. I've been ready. I saw Luke at my door when I was seventeen and since then, I've just been waiting for this.

"Hella." I grin.

"Okay good, because Luke was in that dressing room groaning for like thirty minutes. Apparently, he really wants to marry you."

"Really? I would never have guessed." I hold Ashton's arm.

MAX'S POINT OF VIEW ---

I smile at Michael who's making bunny ears behind Luke. Luke turns around and swats his hand away. I flick a leaf off of me. Why they wanted to do it outside, I'll never understand. The door opens and everyone stands to see Riley and Ashton. Riley is definitely doing her best not the cry because every two seconds Ashton looks over at her, ready to pull out a tissue. I look over at Luke. He looks like... I don't know, that he's about to spend the rest of his life with someone he had to really fight for.

"You're still technically with Amy... I mean, to everyone else. And- And even if you weren't..." She looks at Luke, "You're... Famous..."

"S-So if I wasn't famous... You'd be with me?"

I don't think Riley's ever smiled more. Ashton hugs her, says something in Greek (which he's been learning for some reason) and then sits down with her mom.

"Dude they made us a ship name," Riley says to him, acting flattered.

"I know, we're officially a ship." Luke gasps, putting his hands on his face.

These weirdos were made for each other. I hear two 'I do's which makes me snap out of my daydream. Awe man, I missed the 'I do'. They don't even take a second before kissing, Luke pulls Riley forward and kisses her with everything in him. Michael and I lean over a bit to wiggle our eyebrows at each other.

-

Five hours later we're all sitting on Michael and me's couch eating pizza. I mean, what else? Oh lord, I feel like five pounds of water just fell out of me. Oh, wait! "Um, hey Riley, I think I'm having a baby now."

"Yeah, you're having three of them, get used to it." Calum chuckles.

"No, I mean right now. Like at the moment they're in the waiting room very impatient kind of right now."

"Oh!" Riley screams. "Sorry, sorry, I'll get Michael."

"Yeah, uh maybe someone should start the car, I don't know-"

"On it!" Luke runs out of the apartment yelling.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ashton's head is in his hands.

I furrow my eyebrows at him. "What?"

"I don't know how to have a baby!"

"Ashton," I lick my lips and take a deep breath. "Just remember to remain calm... And remember that you aren't having the baby, I'm having the damn babies!"

"What if they rip you open?!" He cries.

"I love you, but get your shit together."

"Max!" Michael comes running down the hallway and picks me up in one swift movement. He's been practicing. "Yay, babies!"

"I'll be a lot more excited when we actually have them and there's no threat towards my health and wellbeing, I swear." I laugh.

"We should name them Calum, Luke and Ashton!" Michael yells, literally jogging to the car. I love this weirdo.

"Wouldn't that get super confusing?" I ask.

"No. They'll all have junior after their names."

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